He groaned loudly as his head began to pound again.
These stupid headaches were beginning to get on his last nerve. They were getting worse and lasting longer than before. Now it was just excrutiating. "Finally decided to wake up, I see.," A deep voice said.
Nick turned his head, groaning at the pain in his neck, he had no clue where he was, why he was there, or anything. "I've been awake for awhile."
"You keep going in and out."
"Who are you? And why the hell am I here??"
The man smiled and moved closer to get a better look at him. "My name is Dr. Warshcoff and you are in my medical plaza."
"But why am I here??"
The smile stayed on his face, "That, I can not tell you right now. I am not at liberty to say."
"Where's my wife? And my son, Tyler? Are they okay? Do they know I'm here??"
He shook his head, "I'm afraid not. You have a very bad addiction Nickolas, we're here to help you."
Nick had finally sat up and he growled at the doctor, "I don't want your help! I want to go home!"
"That is not going to happen right now."
Nick launched himself forward, his body hitting the cage-like structure he was being kept in, "You can't keep me here against my will!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!"
"You're not here against your will Nickolas, you signed the papers."
"Bullshit! I want out of here NOW!! Don't make me call my lawyer or my manager!"
"This is out of my hands, you signed the papers to get yourself in here."
"Give me a phone, immediately.," He demanded.
"I can't do that Nickolas."
"I want a phone! AND I WANT IT NOW!!"
"Dr. Warshcoff??"
The doctor turned to see a man come down the stairs, "Aww..Parker, when did you get in?"
"Late last night, jet lag is a bitch. Is this the patient?"
"Yes it is. Nickolas, this is a colleague of mine, Parker. Parker, this is Nick Carter..."
"Nice to meet you. Shall I begin now, or wait till later?"
"Start now. I'll be back in an hour."
The doctor left and Parker grabbed a chair. "I want out of here.," Nick said.
"When this is all over, you'll get to go home."
"When what is over?? I don't understand!"
"Apprantly, you have an addiction and your family made the decision to put you here. Your mother sent Dr. Warshcoff a letter a few months ago-"
Nick shot up out of his seat, "My mother?! What the hell!"
"She thinks...she thinks you being so far from home caused you to get addicted to drugs and that is why you are here."
"Can I at least call Isabel, my wife? Please? She doesn't know where I am! Shit, she could think I'm dead!," He exclaimed.
Parker shook his head, "I'm afraid not. Contact with the outside world is not advised at this point in your incarcaration."
"I am not addicted to anything. I was on tour in Brazil, I was supposed to meet with Isabel and our son, Tyler, is L.A. last week sometime, and next thing I know, I'm here!! She's probably tearing her hair out trying to figure out where I am!!"
"I don't think so Nick."
"HUH?! What are you talking about???"
Parker slid the manilla folder he had been holding under the cell door, Nick picked it up and looked at the pictures that fell out. "Is that your wife? Isabel?"
"Yes."
"And I believe that's your friend, Alex?"
"AJ."
"AJ?"
Nick nodded, "Yes."
"They've gotten very cozy since you've been gone."
"What are you implying?"
Parker held up his hands, "Nothing, nothing at all. I'm just telling you what can be assumed from those pictures."
"They're friends. All the guys are with Isabel; and they love Tyler as if he was their own."
"I understand. But look closer at the pictures, doesn't that seem a little odd, for AJ and Isabel to be that close? So soon after you just up and disappeared??"
"You're implying my best friend and my wife are going out behind my back?!"
"A picture is worth a thousand words Nick."
"Screw....you...," He growled, looking up at Parker.
"Nick--"
Nick threw the folder and the pictures at the bars, "THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! I WANT OUT OF HERE NOW! WHEN I FIND OUT THE REAL REASONS I'M HERE, YOU ALL WILL WISH YOU NEVER EVER, FUCKED WITH ME! I WANT OUT OF HERE NOW! I DEMAND TO BE OUT OF THIS PLACE IMMEDIATELY! NOW!!!!!"
"Nick..please..calm down!"
Nick launched himself, again, against the bars, "LET ME OUT!"
Dr. Warshcoff and two nurses came down the stairs, "What did you do to him??"
"Nothing!"
"LET ME OUT NOW!!!"
"Nick! Calm down!"
"FUCK YOU! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING YOU TELL ME!!"
"We're going to have to sedate him.," The doctor said unlocking the door.
"Don't come near me!!"
"Nick! Just calm down, everything will be fine.."
"NO! DON'T COME...NEAR.............ME!!!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! NOO! STOP! LET ME GO! NOO!"
Nick fell back onto the hard floor, everyone leaving him alone in the cell once more. His hand heavily moved to his left, grabbing one picture near him. "Isabel...please...don't....I love you Isabel...you and Tyler..so much.......so...tir...tired..." His eyes drooped heavily and his head lolled back onto the floor, the picture of Isabel still in his hands.
"So, did you find anything yet?," Isabel asked as she held Tyler in her lap.
The private investigator her and Aaron had hired was named Harold Lowell, he was a nice guy and a highly recommended agent in the city.
"Well..you know, I've been following you and Aaron around the past couple of weeks and I saw this guy, following you as well. Do you know him?," He asked pushing a picture across the table to her.
She shifted Tyler in her lap and picked up the picture, "No..I've never seen him before."
"You're sure?"
"Positive. Why?"
"I caught him the other day while you and AJ took Tyler to the beach, he took a picture of you two."
"Maybe he's from a tabloid..."
"I don't think so. His camera is not very...professional. In fact, it's a disposable camera that you can get at Wal-Mart."
"Oh?"
"Yes..I didn't get a chance to confront him, but I was wondering, could I stay at your place for a few days or so, to stake him out? See if comes back by?"
"Sure, that's no problem."
"You're sure?"
Isabel smiled, "Harold, you've become almost a permanent staple in my life these past few weeks or so, I need some more male company around the house, you're fine."
He smiled as well, "Good...I'd also like to bug your phones, to trace any suspicious incoming calls."
She nodded, "Ok..sounds good..."
"Good..I'll get everything by tonight and I can get over to your place by tomorrow afternoon..sound alright?"
She nodded again, biting her lower lip, "Do you think you can find him?"
"I don't think I can, I know I can. He's not dead Isabel, if that's what you've been thinking. I don't think that's in the plans."
"Plans?"
"Whooever did this is probably just trying to tear you two apart. They're jealous or something stupid like that and think they can keep you two apart. They won't hurt him."
"Ok.."
"I'm going to find him Isabel..In my 23 years working as a P.I, I have never NOT found a person alive."
"I know.."
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded once more, "Yes."
"Good..then you're husband will be home...soon."
"Okay..thank you Harold."
"You're welcome."
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